Cooked
Cooked
If Mr Ramsey tasted my food
His head would crease, and say something rude
But I do my best with what I’ve got
And I bung it all-in a great big pot
No one listens to my excuses
And my eggs gratin has several strange uses
My pis de resistance is egg and chips
Hurts your stomach; stays on your hips
I gave some leftovers to my dog
He trotted upstairs and spat it in the bog
He’d seen this happen lots before
He’s an intelligent dog do I need to say more?
So Mr Ramsey if you're ever near by
I could use some tips and some crisp and dry
I’d make you a meal you’d not forget
And a dog’s free transfer if you wanted a pet.
David Cox 08/12/21
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